Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.